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Blessed are the children> Blessed are the children The pure at heart So innocent, Gentle spirited! No knowledge, Of grudges So needy, Of love and care No false pride! They rely on senses They don't know independence, For all their needs, They trust Mommy and daddy! Will provide and nurture Before they can talk, They cry to be heard, Or just make sounds When content They smile, Blessed are the pure at heart, The little children! No greed ,no grudge, No lust,so pure minded So innocent! Yet it is so amazing How they can sense, Good or evil! How blessed You are if you held one, They to will teach you You to will learn, And witness God's miracles! And why Jesus, Loves them so The pure at heart, For has such has them Children! They shall, See the face of God And are what heaven is made of. Copyright:4/01/2008 Juliette Girard Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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